Pulling the wool over your eyes.

Doris Dyson came this morning, and is working well with her new partner, J. I was relegated to the dusting. We were also waiting for British Gas to call, to service our boiler. He came , did the service, and was gone before lunch.  I went to post a letter, and J is now cutting the front lawn. Summer has arrived, at last, but will be gone by Wednesday, so make hay, while the sun shines. I don't think I will be joining the Knit & Natter club, because I can natter, but knit, not so much :-)